Young!Prussia x Young!Reader (Ending 2)

Young!PrussiaxYoung!Reader - Ending 2

Out of a sudden, Prussia shot up on the bed; beads of sweat covered his forehead, his breathing was ragged and his heart thumped loudly.
Looking around, he realized that it all had been a dream, a nightmare, a memory...
He was back in 2015, without his empire, without recognition. Looking at the window, it was morning already; why hadn't West wake him?
He got up and ready; descended to the lower floor and joined his brother in the kitchen for breakfast (his brother and the visitors: Italy, Japan and, for some reason, France, Spain, Hungary and Austria too). As his gaze fell upon the latter two, the dream returned to his mind and he just... froze; he didn't blink, he didn't walk, he didn't move at all, he seemed like he had even stopped breathing, but his eyes had widened. Everyone's gazes had moved to him, finding his actions strange; to their even bigger surprise, from those widened red orbs, tears fell in large quantities.
Refusing to do so much as sit, looking at the food or even utter a single word, he exited the house running.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I didn't keep mein promise!" he cried, kneeled down by a memorial hidden by the thick forest, the ruins of a small old castle resting behind said memorial.
"I didn't protect you, I failed you, I couldn't..." a hiccup interrupted his speech. "I couldn't arrive in time! I... vasn't able to keep mein vord... Zhe knight vasn't able to protect his princess..."

"Vhat is zhat?" inquired Germany, as the seven of them stayed hidden in the trees' shadows.
"A memorial..." stated Austria, his sad tone surprising most. "That's right... today is February 14!" he recalled.
"Oui, le day of zhe romantique people!" nodded France.
"Now that you mention it, Gil never did seem too happy during this day!" mused Antonio. "Is it anything to do with this memorial?"
"You don't know?" asked Hungary out of surprise. Five people shook their heads. She then proceeded to explain:
"He hates this day because..."
"It's the day of (f/n)'s death." finished Roderich.
"(F/n)?" intervened Feliciano. "Who's-a that?"
"(F/n) was the personification of (country)!" answered Elizabeta.
"I remember reading about zhe country..." stated Ludwig, then the only female continued:
"She was Gilbert's bestfriend back in the old days. A cheery girl and very sensitive too, a true sweetheart. The two of them had similar rings and promised that, one day, when he was allowed to marry, they would marry each other!"
"What happened?" inquired Japan.
"One day the two were playing and the populars tried to kill him again, a demon they said he was; we had never seen (f/n) crying so much... After all the drama and comforting we all went home and she promised him that she would return in a few days to play." informed Austria, gazing sadly at the prussian crying by the memorial. "But two days later, on the fourteenth of February, (country) was attacked; Russia gained a new territory, (f/n) died..."
Before anyone could say anything, Hungary added:
"He still blames himself for not having been there to protect her... because..." she sighed, containing a few tears herself. "He had promised that he, the knight, would always protect his princess and never let anything happen to her! He's still true to her, we all know how he is, but this is why he doesn't really do anything with other girls. He doesn't want to betray..."

"Me!" a voice came from behind them; everyone turned around.
"Hello Lizzie, Roddy!" greeted the faint figure of a (h/c) haired girl. "It's good to finally meet you: France, Spain, Italy, Japan,... Germany..."
"(F/n)!?" muttered the hungarian, covering her mouth with her hands, letting the tears fall freely. "It can't be..."
"I'm a ghost, Elizabeta, a shade of what I used to be. Nothing else!" she stated.
"We knew you hadn't left!" commented Roderich. "But... Shouldn't you be...?"
"I kept aging, even after Russia's soldiers trespassed me with a sword!"
"Does he know?" murmured Elizabeta. A headshake answered her question. "Why don't you talk to him?"
"I can't Eliza! I want to, I really do, but I don't know how he might react! I'm... I'm afraid..."
"How many times have you proffered those words?" demanded Austria. "You were always a scaredy-cat in life, do you want to keep being one in death?"
"I'm not dead, Roderich! Not yet." she snapped. "I'm waiting..."
"For vhat?" Ludwig dared to speak.
"For him..." whispered the ghost. "I can't leave this world without him..."
"Why?" Kiku inquired.
"The promise rings Eliza told you about... there is something else about them..." sighed the (h/c) head. "Before he brought them, he got someone to pull a spell on them so we could stay... together forever..."
"That's sad, chica..." lamented Antonio.
"We'll leave, you should talk to him..." stated Austria, leading everyone else away.

(E/c) orbs turned to the man who cried upon the forgotten grave.

"I'm so sorry..." he still sniffed.
"Gil?" she called softly, almost as if afraid that he would hear her. The albino shot up and around; no words left his mouth.
"It's not your fault." said the ghost.
"I-I... (f/n)..." he whispered. Smiling softly, she nodded and he got up to his feet.
"I missed you..." he admitted, trying not to cry as he felt the soft caresses on his cheek.
"So did I, but remember: I never left you and never will!" she assured.
"I know..."
"I will never leave this world without you! Remember that!"
"Ich liebe dich, (f/n), so much!" he cried.
"I love you too!"
Pale lips met ghostly ones as (country)'s figure started to fade.

"I'll wait for you, forever!"